Poetry

Hope

Hope-

like a white feather

circling in a tempestuous hurricane,

caught and thrown,

eddied and thrust through the

violence of the raging storm,

fragile as a baby sparrow

in those vicious gales,

delicate, but retaining it’s own

fundamental quality-

retaining its own colour

and soft eternal presence.

Despite the strength of

the forces which carry and lift it,

despite the fact the it

often flies far

far out of sight and mind,

hope remains,

it is never truly blown away.

 

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